Our Summer Girl

1 min readNov 16, 2018

They called her Persephone, she called herself spring. They should have known better, they should have realised that names have power here, they should have known that a story as old as theirs would have to be told. They should have known.

The Lord came late in the term, he turned the leaves brown, and gave the flowers rest, he watched as she danced in the colour of Autumn, with flowers in her hair, honey on her lips, and nectar upon her finger tips. He saw her there dancing, and he knew of love.

She went wandering during the break, frost under heel, and heavy clouds above. She saw him there, dancing amongst the snow, bringing peace to the creatures who could not last the cold. A crown upon his head, spirits held in comfort and a hound at his heels. She saw him there dancing, and she knew of love.

She came back at the start of term they say, and with her came spring. She wore a crown upon her head, delicate and beautiful, with vines and flowers and seeds woven in. They find each-other each autumn, dancing in the leaves. They say you can see them still dancing in the winter frost, sweet Persephone and her Lord Hades.